This is an adorable-animal-free zone. Absolutely no cute, heart-melting critters will infest this post today!
THE GOAL IS $50,000
the counter stands at: $29,162.30 USD*(Updated at least every 8 hours, more often if i happen to be here.)
IT ENDS JULY 16TH.
*The total is probably at least somewhat higher (maybe all the way up if some billionaire donated ;) ) because we’ve been informed there are several envelopes in the mailbox. We’ll try to get them before the end of this, but if not, I’ll report afterwards.
Why I’m Doing This
After however many years of virtually no income from the blog, and a lot of sacrifices made by me — and my family — in order to post almost every single day, my family chased me down, cornered me (imagine me snarling, and them holding a chair in lion-tamer position.) and made me promise to run a fundraiser early July.
Also, honestly, I do need the seed money to contract out a lot of the work I do and not be perpetually late on everything and also maybe have more time to write fiction, because the story ideas and characters are starting to pour out my ears, which is not only unsightly but alarms the neighbors.
Meanwhile I know a lot of people to whom the payment for doing things like making my website work, or updating the side bars on this blog, or other stuff like that can make the difference between going under or making it through the mess ahead. I figure it’s win win.
THE INCENTIVES AND TIERS:
Tier 1– $10 or more – A shout out on my blog, all with all other the supporters, by name, in one massive “Thank you” post. [Jokey or offensive names will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 2– $25 or more – Email jpg of certificate with funny fish saying “I Was Carped at according to hoyt.com” and a Certificate of being a member of Hoyt’s Huns, cultural wars sapper battalion, in good standing.
Tier 3– $60 or more – Exclusive ebook collection of USAian SHORT stories. (Including a new, original, never published story.) Estimated delivery August 2023
Tier 4– $100 or more – Your name will appear in a mass death/other mass event/list in one of Sarah’s books. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.]
Tier 5– $150 or more – A sound file of Sarah saying “Moose and Squirrel.”
Tier 6 – $250 or more – Will send a signed copy of trade paperback Gentleman takes a chance and one large postcard with book covers, also signed. (USPS- continental US only. All others, let’s talk.) [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 7 – $350 or more – Three signed books (of our choice), plus two extra items from “Sarah’s Garage”, (also of our choice) which might very well be a small rubber fish. (You’ve been warned.) USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 8 – $500 or more – Personalized tuckerization. You will become your very own zany character, with at least a line or two of dialogue, and physical description. Physical safety and life of character not guaranteed. If you perish, it will NOT (repeat not) be in a mass death event or a list of other kinds. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 9 – $1000 or more – A CHOICE OF:
Option 1 -Will read the first 10 pages and outline of your novel and provide timely critique, with the understanding that I am not infallible. (A skype, zoom or other video call to discuss the work for an hour or so.) [estimated delivery Winter 2022 – Spring 2023]
Option 2 – Large box of ten signed books, plus items ranging from a con badge, to a mini dinosaur skeleton or a print of Sarah’s original art, or other items from Sarah’s garage. USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Option 3 – Signed copy of Sarah’s old copyedited or page-proof manuscripts. [estimated delivery Fall 2022] (5 limit.)
Tier 10– $5000 or more – You will become a major character on one of my books, and I’ll try to reflect your appearance, and chosen personality. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion. You don’t get to have someone else be an offensive character. (Sorry!) Your actions will be altered to serve the plot if needed.] – Limit 5. (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
Tier Insane – $25000 or more – My husband and I will travel to a city in the continental US and have dinner with you and your plus one. (Continental US only.) – Limit ONE. [Delivery up to July 2023.] (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
ALL TIERS INCLUDE ALL PREVIOUS TIERS EXCEPT FOR THOSE THAT ARE NUMBER LIMITED.
If you want to be thanked/mentioned by a name different from your regular one, please email to: bookpimping at outlook dot com.
I know a lot of you are feeling…. stressed… and odd.
I have some experience with this, and I’d like to share. Some of this is going to be intensely personal, but I want to stress that my experience in traditional publishing wasn’t particularly bad. There was way worse. The way the system worked, publishers had very little data to go on; there was very little incentive to get the numbers right; the industry as a whole doesn’t seem to have any idea how to promote; distribution is strange…. etc. etc. etc. Plus they had no incentive to change, because there were enough writers dying to be published that it was easy to pay — in the nineties or early oughts — what they paid in the thirties and forties for a book. And it was easy to treat writers as disposable. For anything I know, it might still be. (I don’t understand the hankering to be traditionally published, but then I’m a dinosaur.)
Anyway, here’s the thing, and it’s not so much a complaint about traditional publishing, as a way to explain how I felt and why.
Back in 2003 or so, I realized I had absolutely no power to make my books be successful. The normal advice was “write a better book.” Which was fine, and of course all of us tried to do that.
But then you had to market the book to your agent. Your agent had to decide to market it as a top flight book, the publisher had to buy in on it and give you a big enough advance that the house feels forced to promote it. And even then and with the best intentions in the world, you might end up with a cover that doesn’t sell, a distribution messed up because oh, a major store went out, or a major national disaster happened just before the book was released. And if you had a few disasters under your belt, it became harder, no matter how good your idea or execution, to get a publisher to take you seriously. Or an agent for that matter. Instead, you were tossed into a filler slot in the spirit of a lottery ticket, i.e. “Maybe this will sell, inexplicably, with no promotion/push/distro.” Needless to say that might happen, somewhere, somehow, but I never heard of it, just like I don’t know any lottery winners.
It didn’t really matter how good your book is, if it never gets in the hands of the readers, it will never sell.
I kind of knew that in 2003. But there was nothing I could do about it. And there were kids to buy shoes and books and courses for. You see, at the time Dan made enough for us to live, but anything else, including our super-fantastic holidays (weekends in Denver when we lived in Colorado Springs) came from my writing, such as it was. Besides, I had spent thirteen years breaking in, and my resume was no longer relevant for any jobs. So….
So I lied to myself, which is a way to cope with this situation.
I told myself I just needed a better idea, a better book, to figure out how to promote (which, eh, is how this blog came about) etc etc etc.
Except every five years or so I’d hit the wall, and be profoundly depressed for months. And it kept getting worse. It kept getting harder to get the next book written, to get really excited about the next story.
My hair was falling out. My autoimmune was insane. There were weeks I couldn’t sleep. And writing became harder and harder.
About nine years ago, trying to get over apparently unbreakable block, I found a book. It was called something like “How to combat burnout.”
I’ll admit I never finished the book, because the first few chapters on what caused burnout made me so profoundly uncomfortable, and skimming the “solutions” had nothing that applied to me.
They defined burnout as a “being forced to continue striving for a goal, when you have no control on whether you’ll achieve it. And when any events and results are out of your control.”
The way to cure burnout was to take control, but back then I had no way to actually do that. I mean, there was indie, and I started dipping my toes in the pool of indie, but I was aware that I had no clue what I was doing and that it would be a while before I could support myself.
And most of the things suggested by the book — I skimmed — in publishing in fact boiled down to “write a better book, and pray.”
What I want to talk about has nothing to do with the situation I was in, or with the splendorous brokenness of traditional publishing.
It has to do with what comes after. I was, in fact profoundly burned out. And I’m still not fully recovered. Continuing to try to push forward, when everything in you wants to stop it, but you have no way to escape, is what I want to talk to you about.
Because it is in fact the situation all of us have been in for the last two years. And the situation we are still in, being dragged along by factors we cannot control.
Now, I’ll be honest, this is the fate of most humans throughout most of history. You really had no control over your life.
But this is not what we have been raised to believe. This is not the society we thought we lived in.
We expected our vote to count. We expect effort and dedication and hard work to have a result.
We do not expect to find ourselves under a two year house arrest at the decision of tyrants, for no reason that makes any sense. We don’t expect our kids’ education arbitrarily destroyed (not to mention what most found out about their kids education during the lockdown.) We don’t expect small businesses destroyed. We don’t expect unapologetic election fraud. We don’t expect the people who come to power that way to then do things like refuse to let our country drill for oil, or try to drive the country in the direction of technologies that don’t exist, thereby making it impossible to transport the essentials. We don’t expect to have to find ways to navigate daily life: it worked before.
We all know we’re heading for food and fuel shortages. We’re all watching things become more difficult. We can all predict the results.
But there is absolutely nothing we can do about it, particularly by our lonesome selves. And nothing can be done until the discontent reaches a critical mass, which, as we see from other countries, requires a whole other level of suffering, and a level of damage it will be hell to recover from.
And…. we’re powerless. It’s our lives, the lives of our kids. It’s our businesses, our communities, the careers we spent years building. It’s our ability to come and go at will, to visit friends, family. It’s our savings, our old age survival. It’s our medical care. It’s our ability to speak, to attend a demonstration, if we agree with it. It’s our ability to defend ourselves (ask the Bodega owner in NYC.) It’s plans we’d made, things we’d worked toward.
None of it is safe, all of it is in the hands of people we can’t trust, people who have other agendas than our best interests. (And far more sinister than any traditional publisher ever managed.)
And there is absolutely nothing we can do. Not yet. Not while we’re bound and delivered to our foes.
Yet all through this, we have to get up every morning, have breakfast, do our best to function. Cope with rapidly increasing prices for everything. Look after ourselves, our children, our pets. Clean the house (even ten year ago me would hate how rarely I’ve done that.) Cook. Work at our jobs (that too has suffered.) Try to get to a safe place. Try to prepare for a calamity. Network.
All of this without curling up in the fetal position, or screaming at the sky. That’s what the other side does, at minor contretemps, and no one judges them for it. But we know we’d be judged, and besides, we’re the adults, the responsible ones.
The entire country, to an extent the entire world, is spiraling into a hellacious case of burnout, to rival the one I’m not fully recovered from. And because it’s all of us, it amplifies. In case you’re wondering why people are at each other’s throats at the drop of a hat. Because it’s all of us, it makes society frail and stuff unstable.
Well, other than diagnosing it, what can I do? You’re still in a heck of a place.
I can’t help you, in the sense I can’t say “take charge.” You can’t. I mean, you can get out and work for non-poopy-head politicians, but the rot is much deeper, and cleaning things like the voting process is going to take a lot more. (At least now people are aware of it. Sixteen years ago even people here argued there wasn’t a problem.) And it might take a while.
And meanwhile we’re staring at the collapse of the food distribution system probably this winter, or not much further on. And we’re staring at blackouts and burnouts this winter, in dangerously cold weather.
So, what can you do?
Well, there are things you can do, things I’m doing to come out of burnout, things that I wish I had done back then.
1- Don’t lie to yourself.
Yes, maybe we’ll get lucky and get out of this without an explosion. Yes, some days you pray for an explosion, because at least it would end this. No, it wouldn’t be a good thing. There’s ends and ends. Swallowing a bullet is also an end, but one that makes things worse for the innocents around you and even your casual acquaintances online. (Trust me at this. We might yell at you, but this community cares.)
Yeah, we’re in a heck of a bind, and things will have to get worse before they get better. And you can’t hurry them. And you can’t really do anything right now that won’t just make things worse.
Sucks, doesn’t it? So you have to relieve the pressure.
Don’t lie to yourself. It’s not your fault. You can’t fix it. It’s not “if only I–” And it’s not “if everybody.”
At this point, though the trends are clear, we’re powerless.
2- There will be a time we’re not powerless.
Prepare for that time.
The first step is research. There is a book about the collapse and chaos in Argentina by someone who survived it. It’s called “How to survive” something or other, and it’s…. in the storage unit, and I can’t remember either the author or the title, but I’m sure one of my commenters does. Find it. Read it. It will give you a sense of how things might go.
REMEMBER that this was Argentina, not the US. Vastly different places. Account for that. Bu tit will give you an idea.
3- And then prepare Whether it’s getting in better health (this should always be part of it, particularly going into unstable times), buying shelf stable food, learning to grow a garden, buying a few peeps. Buying extras of what you know you’ll use, that will only be more expensive next year or next. Shirts, shoes, underwear, paper towels, toilet paper, freedom seeds. Freedom seed dispensers.
If you’re in an area that’s highly likely to tip into famine (Large cities in states insisting on carbon neutral trucks would be one) or places prone to rioting (say your downtown was taken over by Buy Large Mansions) or places largely given over to feral homeless populations, try to figure out a route out. I know it’s not possible, or not possible fast for many of you.
But if it’s possible AT ALL, plan.
If you have to hurry up a plan you had for ten or five years in the future, and if you can do it, do so. Now. Don’t hesitate. This comes from someone JUST starting to unpack form a largely traumatic move. (look, I have kitchen, dining room and office. The rest is…. uh.)
The order is: Get safe, get stocked, get networked. Try to do it, or at least work towards it.
4- Do not throw everything over to get on with this.
Yes, it might seem like in the face of the disaster we face, we can throw over family, marriages, careers, and do whatever it takes.
You could do that. But then, you know, it wouldn’t work, because this is not in fact a movie. This is real life.
And real life disasters don’t work that way. We’re used to reading about the Weimar republic and thinking that everything collapsed.
Not really. People still went to school. People still had jobs. People still married and dated and all the other stuff. I know that seems crasy to you, but I swear that’s how real life is.
I heard tell — I don’t know — that life still went on in East Beirut (Sorry for typo) when it looked completely wrecked. People still had every-day concerns. And you know? Life went on in the middle of the French Revolution, which was probably crazier.
Life will continue. I can’t tell you for sure whether your career/profession/knowledge will be needed. No one can. It’s always the weirdest things that work, and surprise you.
So you keep doing normal life, until you can’t. But you know, people learned, and worked and had children, and survived through other heinous upheavals, and you can too.
5- You won’t always be powerless. Your power might be small. It might be a word at the right time. It might be standing up in a public meeting and speaking out about something. It might be laughing when someone says “trust the science.”
You’re not really fully powerless now, either. It’s just that you can’t grab the world by its collective shoulders and bitch slapt it into sanity. Instead, you have to do little subtle pushes, while trying to survive, while making your life the best you can under whatever the heck is coming our way, and while saving others who can’t save themselves.
Sucks, don’t it?
But it’s all we can do. (Like I should have been working seriously at indie before it was pushed on me. And then I wouldn’t be so burned, and would have more income.)
I KNOW you’re reading that and going “But it doesn’t solve it.” You want to scream at the sky. You want to stand in front of a tank. You want a grand gesture that stops the insanity.
Right now, right at this moment, unless you are in some kind of position where you can reach millions of people and wake them up — so, say, you’re one of those billionaires I keep joking about following my blog — anything you can do in a big way will make it worse.
So you’ll have to be contented with the small ways and with …. prepare, prepare, prepare.
Exercise helps. Particularly a punching bag. (I am not joking on this.) Planning helps. Something you didn’t plan for will, of course, happen, but you can always cobble two plans together.
Staying as calm and sane as possible helps.
Helping others stay as calm and sane as possible helps.
Be not afraid. In the end, we win they lose.
And yeah, perhaps we’ll get lucky. Perhaps it will be easier than we expect.
But easier or harder, we need you. However small the push you can give, the words you can say, the decision you can make, can be the determining touch that makes what comes after better.
It’s not your fault. And no one expects you to fix it all.
It’s not my fault either, and only I expect me to fix it (And I’m a well known crazy person on this.)
But we can and will do what we can to make sure we and ours, and other liberty lovers and Americans survive, and make it onto a better future.
America has a date with a better future. And it needs us to get her there.
I have no idea where this rumor came from that I was going to have cute bats in this post. We’re not Ecuadorians. We don’t chase our politicians with bats. For one they might bite the bats and infect them with something, poor bats.
THE GOAL IS $50,000
the counter stands at: $28,173.84 USD(Updated at least every 8 hours, more often if i happen to be here.)
IT ENDS JULY 16TH.
Still inching up like an inch worm. No, I am not going to post inch-worm pictures! What’s wrong with you people? On the serious side: THANK YOU! TO EVERYONE.
The reason I’m doing this:
I have worked for …. 15? 16 years at this blog, providing new content ALMOST every day (A bit less through the crazy move, though that was a lesson in what not to do, I guess) for…. very little. Even after you guys got me to put up a donation button, the most I ever got in a year was 4k, and lately it’s been around 2k, counting the commission from Amazon.
Now, I know times are tough (here too) but since the reason I started the blog didn’t work out, (the intersection between those who read my fiction and those who read my blog is sliver-thin) and since I’ve put my family through contortions, on weekends and vacations and all because “I have to put up a post.” I figured I owed it to them, more than to myself, to get something back for my effort.
Also, I’m trying to do too much in too little time.
I’m trying to get a fund that will allow me to hire (mostly friends) to do some of it for me, so I can both write more and make more money, which in turn will (maybe) allow me to get through what’s staring us in the face. (And it ain’t pretty.)
THE INCENTIVES AND TIERS:
Tier 1– $10 or more – A shout out on my blog, all with all other the supporters, by name, in one massive “Thank you” post. [Jokey or offensive names will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 2– $25 or more – Email jpg of certificate with funny fish saying “I Was Carped at according to hoyt.com” and a Certificate of being a member of Hoyt’s Huns, cultural wars sapper battalion, in good standing.
Tier 3– $60 or more – Exclusive ebook collection of USAian stories. (Including a new, original, never published story.) Estimated delivery August 2023
Tier 4– $100 or more – Your name will appear in a mass death/other mass event/list in one of Sarah’s books. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.]
Tier 5– $150 or more – A sound file of Sarah saying “Moose and Squirrel.”
Tier 6 – $250 or more – Will send a signed copy of trade paperback Gentleman takes a chance and one large postcard with book covers, also signed. (USPS- continental US only. All others, let’s talk.) [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 7 – $350 or more – Three signed books (of our choice), plus two extra items from “Sarah’s Garage”, (also of our choice) which might very well be a small rubber fish. (You’ve been warned.) USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 8 – $500 or more – Personalized tuckerization. You will become your very own zany character, with at least a line or two of dialogue, and physical description. Physical safety and life of character not guaranteed. If you perish, it will NOT (repeat not) be in a mass death event or a list of other kinds. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 9 – $1000 or more – A CHOICE OF:
Option 1 -Will read the first 10 pages and outline of your novel and provide timely critique, with the understanding that I am not infallible. (A skype, zoom or other video call to discuss the work for an hour or so.) [estimated delivery Winter 2022 – Spring 2023]
Option 2 – Large box of ten signed books, plus items ranging from a con badge, to a mini dinosaur skeleton or a print of Sarah’s original art, or other items from Sarah’s garage. USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Option 3 – Signed copy of Sarah’s old copyedited or page-proof manuscripts. [estimated delivery Fall 2022] (5 limit.)
Tier 10– $5000 or more – You will become a major character on one of my books, and I’ll try to reflect your appearance, and chosen personality. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion. You don’t get to have someone else be an offensive character. (Sorry!) Your actions will be altered to serve the plot if needed.] – Limit 5. (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
Tier Insane – $25000 or more – My husband and I will travel to a city in the continental US and have dinner with you and your plus one. (Continental US only.) – Limit ONE. [Delivery up to July 2023.] (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
ALL TIERS INCLUDE ALL PREVIOUS TIERS EXCEPT FOR THOSE THAT ARE NUMBER LIMITED.
If you want to be thanked/mentioned by a name different from your regular one, please email to: bookpimping at outlook dot com.
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On today’s picture: It’s called babysitter. It came to me fully formed. And I have NO IDEA why. It’s true one of the kids spent three months claiming to be a robot (How did you KNOW it was younger son?) but that was long ago. Anyway, here it is:
This Picture was created by Sarah A. Hoyt and is released under CC BY
There are moments in life when you know something will end, and you’re not sure what’s ahead, but you know it will be difficult, at least for a while.
I think we’ve all gone through this, when moving, when graduating from a school we loved, or much later, when our kids are growing up and we know they won’t be around like that for very long.
And we can enjoy it a little while. We know what’s coming, but we get a chance to say goodbye.
There are other times that the bolt comes out of the blue. You go out on a beautiful September morning, walk the kids to school, and then get back and make coffee, and there’s a friend on the phone screaming “Turn your tv on, turn your tv on.” And after that day, everything changes, first slowly then very fast, so that a few years later, your writers group of tight knit friends doesn’t exist, your husband has changed jobs, and you have moved, and what seemed to be halcyon days that would last forever are gone.
Or you know, you come back from a trip, sit down for the winter, and plan to visit your parents next year and have all sorts of things you want to do. And then you’re locked down, your city goes to the dogs, your health heads south and two years later you’re in a place you never thought you’d live and your life before is a distant memory.
I’ll say for the last that the very last day before lockdown, as it happens, Dan and I took one of our rare days off, did the Museum of Nature and Science, the Zoo, a walk in the park and our favorite restaurant for dinner. I’ll always have that. That was, in retrospect, my goodbye to the Denver I loved. I just didn’t know it at the time. If I’d known it, I’d have done just what I did.
On the other hand, seeing my parents — given their ages possibly for the last time — is still not possible, for a whole host of complex reasons, of which “I’m afraid something will happen and I won’t be able to come back. And even if I knew Portugal would coast through this, while it will be hell on Earth in the US, I’d prefer being here, where I belong, with my people.” (And that’s true even if my kids were with me there.)
Which one is better? Knowing or not knowing? Saying goodbye or not saying goodbye? One last golden summer, or not?
In the moment we are facing right now, we’re not given a choice, are we?
We know. We all can feel on the ground the thumps of the approaching beast.
Maybe we’ll get lucky one more time. G-d looks after drunkards, fools and the United States of America, and maybe he can still get our butts out of the bear trap, even now.
As some of you — and I myself — have mentioned, even though we’re in deep, deep trouble, the rest of the world is worse, and there is some protection in being the one eyed man in the realm of the blind, even in this.
Maybe we’ll see it play out in the rest of the world and right our boat before we take in too much water.
Maybe. But also, maybe this is the black dog speaking, but that’s not what I see ahead of us. I’m sorry. I think the idiots in power are going to continue idioting because they think no one is onto them.
And I think the water is going to get very choppy, very fast.
Americans aren’t used to deprivation, much less to hunger. I think it will get ugly. Very ugly.
Yes, I think in the end we win. But judging from the other countries that are now rebelling, I think it’s going to come to the brink of an irreversible situation.
Yes, I think we’ll reverse it. I think we’ll come around. I think we’re nowhere near done.
But I also think the next few years… two? three? four? are going to be difficult for almost everyone. We’re going to have to change the way we do everyday things in ways we can’t even imagine. We’re going to go through and have to do things we don’t think we could survive.
A lot of us, who are dependent on daily medication to stay alive, and who might otherwise live for another thirty years or so (forty, judging by my family history) might die if we can’t navigate alternatives.
I think most of — maybe even me, if I get very lucky — will come through this and see the other side. But we won’t be who we are now. And looking back at who we are now, we might very well think of this as our golden time of innocence, before we had to– do all those things, and endure all those things none of us wants to.
So, this last golden summer?
You know what’s coming. We all know what’s coming.
Take a day off. Take your sweetie to a park, or a museum, or the movies, or dinner, or whatever it is you’ve been putting off.
Take a day off and play with your kids.
Is there a trip you wanted to take, and is there some conceivable, not matter how much it requires you to pinch way to take it? Do it. Particularly if you and the family always wanted to.
Sit outside. Savor the peace. Take walks through the neighborhood. Forget your diet for just one day. There’s a chance the government will arrange for you to lose that weight anyway.
Mark some days, a week, a day a weekend. Go to that nice place you always wanted to go. Turn on the music and slow dance with your sweetie.
Be relaxed, be happy and savor it.
Make memories to take you through the hard times.
You can’t change what’s coming. It’s not something a single person can change. And you can’t prepare for everything. There will be things that take you by surprise, and those will hurt worst of all.
But for now, for this golden summer, this calm before the storm, enjoy how very very good life is.
the counter stands at: $26,358.95 USD(Updated at least every 8 hours, more often if i happen to be here.)
IT ENDS JULY 16TH.
I thank you, my cats thank you, and this random kitten thanks you too!
I love this community very much, but not like this, because that would be weird:
More like this, because you’re the best imaginary friends a writer could have. (What? I have never seen most of you in real life!)
Yes, okay sure, we all know when I’m relying heavily on GIFS I am not quite sane. Blame the last two years, but be sure the itty bitty kitty committee thanks you:
Meanwhile, back at the Hoyt ranch (You only think I’m joking. I need to go weed the onion patch, proving on retourne toujours… to our earliest tasks (that was my first chore for the household at… 4? 5?)
Why I am doing this!
Depends on what you mean by this. If you mean the kitten infliction on innocent bystanders, I’d claim my being slightly dopey at 11 days of fundraiser which — as the people who hang out here for years know — goes thoroughly against my instincts and nature. I come from a time and place where you a) don’t talk about money, because that’s rude. b) don’t ask to be paid for your work, because if you have to ask, it means you’re not worth it.
Why, yes, indeed! That has served me amazingly in my writing career. (What? Did the snort/giggle give away the sarcasm?)
The truth is that more and more a lot of writing is moving to systems of patronage. I’m not going to do that for my fiction (if I do it will be a whole series and I’ll use kickstarter or indie go like a normal human being.) But the blog and the fiction fandom are barely connected (maybe 10%) and I don’t want to give up the blog.
Also, having studied business models, I came to the conclusion I’d be stuck where I am and falling further behind every year unless I delegated some work. So far volunteer helpers aren’t working super-well. (I’ll be honest, people don’t work well for free.) So, I’ll have to pay. Which hopefully (if my business doesn’t collapse completely in what’s ahead) will also help me get some of my very talented and competent crowd through. (Hopefully. Whether the business collapses depends on how much every day life keeps going on around the crisis ahead. I’m betting on “normal life goes on around the fringes because that’s what tends to happen. Seriously. And as Jerry day life often reminded me, properly done writing is a counter-average economy profession. We do best when things are down.)
If the blog funds, or close enough, I intend to use the funds to put out blog collection of essays (under S. A. Hoyt, so as not to clutter my fiction page. If I were doing this now, I would have a different name.) I also intend to get more help with editing, to get someone to keep me on track, so I don’t forget things like anthology invites, and don’t flow past deadlines with abandon. Also of urgent need is what my younger son calls a sys admin (Not that he’s volunteering to do it. He has his own plans and course of life.) to redo and maintain my writer website, this site, honestly probably Mad Genius Club, and maybe even start up a reborn Azounding, to promote indie writers to the right of Lenin (I already have an admin for that, if I can pay him.) There are also plans for anthologies via inkstain, but that’s a different company. This too, btw, would help some people get through what’s ahead. (Yeah, I’m sappy for a libertarian, ain’t I? I’d like to make it through this, but I want my friends to make it too.)
I might or might not be in this picture.
Ahem, anyway:
THE INCENTIVES AND TIERS:
Tier 1– $10 or more – A shout out on my blog, all with all other the supporters, by name, in one massive “Thank you” post. [Jokey or offensive names will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 2– $25 or more – Email jpg of certificate with funny fish saying “I Was Carped at according to hoyt.com” and a Certificate of being a member of Hoyt’s Huns, cultural wars sapper battalion, in good standing.
Tier 3– $60 or more – Exclusive ebook collection of USAian stories. (Including a new, original, never published story.) Estimated delivery August 2023
Tier 4– $100 or more – Your name will appear in a mass death/other mass event/list in one of Sarah’s books. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.]
Tier 5– $150 or more – A sound file of Sarah saying “Moose and Squirrel.”
Tier 6 – $250 or more – Will send a signed copy of trade paperback Gentleman takes a chance and one large postcard with book covers, also signed. (USPS- continental US only. All others, let’s talk.) [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 7 – $350 or more – Three signed books (of our choice), plus two extra items from “Sarah’s Garage”, (also of our choice) which might very well be a small rubber fish. (You’ve been warned.) USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 8 – $500 or more – Personalized tuckerization. You will become your very own zany character, with at least a line or two of dialogue, and physical description. Physical safety and life of character not guaranteed. If you perish, it will NOT (repeat not) be in a mass death event or a list of other kinds. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 9 – $1000 or more – A CHOICE OF:
Option 1 -Will read the first 10 pages and outline of your novel and provide timely critique, with the understanding that I am not infallible. (A skype, zoom or other video call to discuss the work for an hour or so.) [estimated delivery Winter 2022 – Spring 2023]
Option 2 – Large box of ten signed books, plus items ranging from a con badge, to a mini dinosaur skeleton or a print of Sarah’s original art, or other items from Sarah’s garage. USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Option 3 – Signed copy of Sarah’s old copyedited or page-proof manuscripts. [estimated delivery Fall 2022] (5 limit.)
Tier 10– $5000 or more – You will become a major character on one of my books, and I’ll try to reflect your appearance, and chosen personality. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion. You don’t get to have someone else be an offensive character. (Sorry!) Your actions will be altered to serve the plot if needed.] – Limit 5. (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
Tier Insane – $25000 or more – My husband and I will travel to a city in the continental US and have dinner with you and your plus one. (Continental US only.) – Limit ONE. [Delivery up to July 2023.] (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
ALL TIERS INCLUDE ALL PREVIOUS TIERS EXCEPT FOR THOSE THAT ARE NUMBER LIMITED.
If you want to be thanked/mentioned by a name different from your regular one, please email to: bookpimping at outlook dot com.
Everyone knows that the Dutch Farmers are in revolt, but we might miss how far in revolt they are: Protesting Dutch Farmers Refuse to Back Down Despite Police Crackdown. And the entire world knows about Sri Lanka. But here and there other things come through, that indicate trouble in other places: Albania, Italy, Germany. Everywhere the Farmers are revolting against the revolting Green Agenda that would exterminate mankind and keep the few survivors alive to be play things of the elites, living in sewers and eating bugs to gratify the self-styled “best people.” And they dropped the masks and are talking about their agendas in public, as though they weren’t completely crazy-cakes and repulsive to any not-completely-perverted human being.
And it’s really repulsive and insane. Lately UN put up an article explaining how world hunger was a good thing because if provided ready serfs. No one could make sense of it, and people maintain it’s satire, but is it the job of the UN to publish satire, particularly when it’s satire about a real situation we’re facing: World hunger. Not the localized world hunger created by kleptocratic (largely socialist) governments, but real world hunger, born of the idiot international kleptocrats f*ck f*ck plots and machinations.
Then there was that idiotocrat of the Junta, who talked about how of course the gas prices must go through the roof to “preserve the international liberal order.”
Not to mention all the idiots at various conferences talking and publishing openly about the Great Reset and how in fifteen years, you’ll own nothing and you’ll love it, as if they could remake the essence of humans, like that with their stupid foot stomping and commands. And as if their completely insane plan for production or trade worked, like their dreams. As if humans — contrary to millennia of history and evolution — would continue to work, to sacrifice, to create for nothing.
Seriously, it’s almost like these crazy people never met a human being, and I understand all too well why ERS wrote his blog about lizard people. Because it seems impossible that humans could misunderstand humans that badly.
But, alas, humans are, in fact, capable of believing the most absurd things, as cults and conspiracies through history have proven. And when it comes to cults, there is none loonier than the one embraced by the Marxist would-be elites.
I never believed in conspiracies, because I didn’t think conspiracies could stay quiet about their intent and all would be discovered.
I wasn’t exactly wrong. What we had here, for the longest time was not a conspiracy, but a prospiracy, or if you prefer ideological cultists that took over the system of education and information of free societies, because Marxism gave intellectuals who really knew nothing the idea they knew everything. Because, again, so long as you stay inside the theory, “everything can be explained.” It just has no contact with reality.
But over-educated idiots who want to feel smart hold onto the cult, because without it they would have to face their irrelevancy. And actually smart people caught up in know that rewards come from speaking the right words and pretending to believe the cult, and keep quiet out of self interest.
Like that, the juggernaut moved forward until it took over all our institutions, and every place that hired university graduates, particularly in the social sciences. Yes, that does mean government bureaucracy.
It was unstoppable. It was ever moving. It couldn’t be stopped.
Until reality intruded. The reality is that the cult precepts — which I want to point out include an extreme hatred of humanity as is, and of western civilization that feeds the world — don’t work. Can’t work. Where they meet reality, they fail.
Real, normal human beings — no, not even the ones brainwashed by colleges. Those just think they’ll be on top and exempt — don’t want to die for the cult’s Gaia worship and hate of humanity. Real, normal human beings, don’t want to be kept as pets: a cross between college students and medieval villagers. Real, normal human beings have had about enough, and not just now.
I’d like to remind you the Tea Parties started as soon as we could realize we were not alone. Yes, they were “defeated” in a way, but in another way that genie can’t be put back in the bottle. At that point people who had participated, and who knew most of the stuff reported about the tea parties was nonsense (including the left’s only explanation for anyone opposing them, which of course is that it’s white males, afraid of losing power, only …. it’s not white. Or males. And we know that. And white males, except for a very few of kleptocrat families like the Bidens and the Clintons and the Pelosis/Newsome Clan, haven’t had any power for a very long time. Certainly no power inheres to being white and male.)
So people didn’t forget. They didn’t forget they were not alone. And that’s enough. That, in my opinion, is what led to the election of Trump, and the election in 2020 when everything they threw at us failed and they had to cheat at the last minute, in front of G-d and everyone, including definitely us.
In a way without the Tea Parties there would be no Trump. And without the extremes they went to to control the election failing, they wouldn’t be in a panic.
And being in a panic, they conspired to steal the election and did it obviously and blatantly. And when their stomping down on any rumors of its being stolen didn’t work, their productions of show trials didn’t enthrall us, they went unhinged.
It is a conspiracy now, and as I said, conspirators can’t help but talking about it. And they do. Oh they do.
It’s all twenty four seven, stomp stomp “We know better, let us rule.” While they are in fact making it worse, much worse for everyone.
If they could, we’d still be locked up and wearing masks — did I or did I not tell you at the time that when governments lock their people up it’s because they’re afraid of the people?
They’re terrified. We didn’t go along with their plan of lockdowns forever. We didn’t go along with mandatory jabs, and vaccine passports, and aps that track our every movement, and we didn’t believe the gas was Putin’s fault or the gas stations (!) fault.
They are using mechanisms that worked before — such as when the media convinced everyone that a communist killing JFK was a right wing conspiracy — but it’s not working.
It’s not working, I think, all over the world.
In the US we haven’t gone critical, yet — I THINK — because I think we’d have heard of it. There are too many phone cameras, too many blogs, too many people who talk to other people. But note the “I think” because there’s still the possibility for sweeping minor incidents under the rug, and sometimes I do wonder.
If we haven’t gone critical, it is because we have more “give”. Not just more give in terms of more wealth — we do have that. Michael Yon says we too will be taken by the pan famine, but honestly, I doubt it. Parts of the country, sure, like the big cities. Even there, I wouldn’t be surprised to see serious fight back. If even the Europeans who are older (I mean that, on average age), and not nearly as well armed as us are fighting back before the famine comes to them, I suspect we will too.
Besides the wealth, we have a vast country and the ability to move around in it. In the last year more of my friends have taken flight from blue to red states than I care to mention. Sometimes it seems all of us have moved. It’s not quite that, but it’s close. Telework unleashed us, sure, but there’s more than that.
That took some of the pressure off. Some of the most motivated people, in the areas already feeling the pressure, have moved to places not critical and closer to food supplies. So I don’t think there’s outbreaks of fighting, yet.
I don’t know how wide the fighting is in Europe. I plain can’t tell, just like I can’t tell how scarce things are getting in the markets. I can’t tell, because the rest of the world (with the exception of the anglosphere, and even there not as much) never took to blogging like we did. They just didn’t. And their news are way, way, way more biased than ours and more under government control.
I think if we’re seeing leaks of revolts, it is why more widespread, kind of like the people who comment on a blog are maybe 1/100th of those who read.
This thing is in motion, because humanity won’t surrender without a fight. We’re not going to go down for the long sleep to please crazy people who want to believe they’re intelligent.
Where hunger meets human true change happens. There is a great reset coming, just not what they wanted.
Everything they do, to try to stop the “top down, center out, would be global order from falling, just makes it fall harder and more painfully.
I do believe the next three to four years will be… difficult. I don’t believe like Michael Yon that famine or foreign invasion will take down the US. I believe the Junta will try, yes, I just don’t think it will succeed. Because they don’t have much sense of reality.
Until then… I’m wondering if I should buy a generator. And perhaps propane heaters that work inside without poisoning us. We can survive (if not like) hot summers, but not freezing winters. I’ve hesitated to make that kind of expense, but I believe it’s getting serious. And perhaps all of us need to take stock of our freedom seeds and invest in them (It’s not like stocks are going to do better, guys.)
But we are a clever ape. And the US is exceptionally good at adapting, improvising, overcoming. I thin we will find ways over around and through.
And the bad cultures in our midst, brought over by the Junta, are going to find out really quick that it’s bad to get in the middle of a family quarrel.
What emerges on the other end, I don’t know. But I’m going to fight really hard to re-create a republic that helps us retain our natural rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
The fire has already started. It’s just not come to our shores yet.
It’s time to spit our our hands and grab hold of the rope. The boat is about to hit choppy waters.
Be not afraid.
It is our duty, our glory and our very great honor to preserve/revive the republic for generations still unborn.
What greater destiny could fate have dished out to us?
Over 25k. Thank you to all you donated! You guys are the best fans ever.
THE GOAL IS $50,000
the counter stands at: 25,312.08 USD*(Updated at least every 8 hours, more often if i happen to be here.)
IT ENDS JULY 16TH.
OVER 25k. I thank you, my cats thank you, the internet hamsters thank you. Oh, wait, no they don’t. They’re doing some kind of weird dance.
We’re not responsible for the internet hamsters. Even the internet hamsters aren’t responsible for the internet hamsters.
WHY I’M DOING THIS
For years, I’ve resisted the push from husband, sons and friends to do annual fundraisers for the blog (or rattle the cup more often.)
I started the blog to promote my fiction writing, and at that it’s been a failure. But in the meanwhile it had become its own thing and its own community. And even if I say in the book promo that it takes me two hours a day, most days, just trying to figure out what I’m writing about takes that. Most days I’m not even ready to write fiction till the afternoon.
So, yeah, of course I (probably) deserve to be paid for that time. But more importantly, that time puts me in a constant time crunch, so that I’m running behind on everything all the time.
Sure, I can’t offload writing the blog or the fiction to anyone else, but having someone to edit, put up websites (and update them) and keep me on track would really help making my job MOSTLY writing.
And last November, when I got my butt in a financial trap over moving expenses and selling the other house, my family said if I could only ask for your help if I promised to do an annual fundraiser in the future.
So I’m doing an annual fundraiser!
Even if the internet hamsters are uninterested.
It seems to be working too, so thank you to everyone who donated and everyone in general for putting up with the cup-rattling.
To compensate, I’m releasing a picture I created under creative commons license, every day.
THE INCENTIVES AND TIERS:
Tier 1– $10 or more – A shout out on my blog, all with all other the supporters, by name, in one massive “Thank you” post. [Jokey or offensive names will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 2– $25 or more – Email jpg of certificate with funny fish saying “I Was Carped at according to hoyt.com” and a Certificate of being a member of Hoyt’s Huns, cultural wars sapper battalion, in good standing.
Tier 3– $60 or more – Exclusive ebook collection of USAian stories. (Including a new, original, never published story.) Estimated delivery August 2023
Tier 4– $100 or more – Your name will appear in a mass death/other mass event/list in one of Sarah’s books. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.]
Tier 5– $150 or more – A sound file of Sarah saying “Moose and Squirrel.”
Tier 6 – $250 or more – Will send a signed copy of trade paperback Gentleman takes a chance and one large postcard with book covers, also signed. (USPS- continental US only. All others, let’s talk.) [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 7 – $350 or more – Three signed books (of our choice), plus two extra items from “Sarah’s Garage”, (also of our choice) which might very well be a small rubber fish. (You’ve been warned.) USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 8 – $500 or more – Personalized tuckerization. You will become your very own zany character, with at least a line or two of dialogue, and physical description. Physical safety and life of character not guaranteed. If you perish, it will NOT (repeat not) be in a mass death event or a list of other kinds. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 9 – $1000 or more – A CHOICE OF:
Option 1 -Will read the first 10 pages and outline of your novel and provide timely critique, with the understanding that I am not infallible. (A skype, zoom or other video call to discuss the work for an hour or so.) [estimated delivery Winter 2022 – Spring 2023]
Option 2 – Large box of ten signed books, plus items ranging from a con badge, to a mini dinosaur skeleton or a print of Sarah’s original art, or other items from Sarah’s garage. USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Option 3 – Signed copy of Sarah’s old copyedited or page-proof manuscripts. [estimated delivery Fall 2022] (5 limit.)
Tier 10– $5000 or more – You will become a major character on one of my books, and I’ll try to reflect your appearance, and chosen personality. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion. You don’t get to have someone else be an offensive character. (Sorry!) Your actions will be altered to serve the plot if needed.] – Limit 5. (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
Tier Insane – $25000 or more – My husband and I will travel to a city in the continental US and have dinner with you and your plus one. (Continental US only.) – Limit ONE. [Delivery up to July 2023.] (You’ll be informed if this has been claimed, and given a chance for a refund or of a comparable reward.)
ALL TIERS INCLUDE ALL PREVIOUS TIERS EXCEPT FOR THOSE THAT ARE NUMBER LIMITED.
If you want to be thanked/mentioned by a name different from your regular one, please email to: bookpimping at outlook dot com.
If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo,please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months(unless you’re me or my relative. Deal.) One book per author per week. Amazon links only. Oh, yeah, by clicking through and buying (anything, actually) through one of the links below, you will at no cost to you be giving a portion of your purchase to support ATH through our associates number. A COMMISSION IS EARNED FROM EACH PURCHASE. That helps defray my time cost of about 2 hours a day on the blog, time probably better spent on fiction.
*Note that I haven’t read most of these books (my reading is eclectic and “craving” led, and apply the usual cautions to buying.– SAH*
A Novella in the Fall of the Alliance Series, a sequel to Murder in the Rigel Brigade
Vadik Krupin barely survived the brutal shooting that killed his lover’s father. As Regina and her sister find themselves at the mercy of the Estate manager, Vadik and his cousin realize that if they’re going to save–and marry–the sisters, they’re going to have to come up with a whole lot of money, quite quickly.
No Romeo and Juliet nonsense, here. This is going to put Cinderella to shame, as the Wheeler Dealer gets going!
When ex-Afghanistan vet Keith Gainey bounces a guy from a Philly nightclub, he thinks he has the situation under control–until violent mobster Shawn Toomey joins the fight and kicks the patron to death. Now there’s a body in the alley, and someone’s going to prison. When the cops arrest and charge Keith with murder, he has one last desperate chance to earn his freedom: Confront the savage gangster who is trying to frame him, or end up in a cold jail cell for decades to come. Enjoy the roller coaster ride of this short, fast-paced novella by best-selling thriller writer James Dain, “Best Novel” winner at the Los Angeles Neo-Noir Festival. “Just wow! James Dain writes stories you can’t put down!” (Charles Anceney, author of The Boy in the Boat)
How far does a man go to put war behind him? Colter Gaines went all the way to the wilds of the frontier, hoping to set up a peaceful life on a ranch with his wife and young daughter. For a few years, he had just that, even if his marriage was collapsing and his ranch teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. Yet compared to what he had known in the army, eking out a living with his daughter was a godsend. But when he finds the body of a Blackfoot teen on his land, a chain of events is set off that ends in horrible tragedy.
iktaPOP Media brings you three tough as nails noir tales from master crime author Ed Lacy!
Dead End
Two big-city cops.
Bucky was young, strong and ambitious.
Doc was older, smart, knowing all the ropes.
They were partners — on special assignments and all the graft, including the favors of a red-hot blonde. And then came the big case, a kidnapping, and they wound up in a shabby, smelly hideout, with a million dollars in cash, and no place to spend it!
Blonde Bait
Mickey Whalen lived on his boat and bummed around the Caribbean, until he found a woman alone, on a sandbar, with a suitcase full of money. He fell for her, hard, even as he was trying to figure out who, or what, the hell she was running from!
Room To Swing
Black private eye Toussaint Moore knew a murder frame-up when he saw one, especially when it was hung neatly around his neck. Instead of dawdling around New York waiting for the NYPD to arrest him for a murder he didn’t commit, he followed the one lead he had: the victim’s hometown in Ohio. Only a stone’s throw north of Jim Crow Kentucky. If he can’t find who wanted that white man dead, and quick, all he’s going to have left is room to swing!
This iktaPOP Media edition includes introductions giving historical and genre context to the novels.
Karl Dahlke, author of “A Gift From the Stars”, tells stories that join imagination with science to visit strange worlds and contemplate possible futures. Funny, weird, wise, and thoroughly entertaining!
FROM CHRISTOPHER WOERNER: 202207 Fulcrum
Polished and collected, this is what I’ve been putting out for the last month. Current events, observations, thought on the world falling apart, just hoping I could get this done before it finally happens. We need to turn this around now or it’ll get much worse.
Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.
So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.
We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.
Mostly in terms of getting out of bed and functional. I’ve been up for five hours, but most of it was wandering in a fog and walking into walls, in my pajamas and bunny slippers. I will momentarily go and make sure I didn’t feed the cats the strawberries I’d set aside for muffins, but first:
THE GOAL IS $50,000
the counter stands at: 24,640.62 USD*(Updated at least every 8 hours, more often if i happen to be here.)
IT ENDS JULY 16TH.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED!
Note that I expect once check donations are counted I’m probably right around 26k and change (don’t know yet, as I haven’t checked the mailbox. There will probably be an adjustment next week) which means right on target for the target. I’m somewhat interested/baffled about how different this is than a “rescue fundraiser.” The psychology and mechanisms should be studied, but not by me. If one of you is pursuing some strange degree, a study would be fascinating.
Why I’m Doing This
In the last year, when (because of moving/selling the other house expenses, largely) I found myself in serious money straits, it became clear that my refusal to ask for money for the work I do on this blog didn’t just affect me but my entire family.
Having started this blog to publicize my fiction writing, I found it becoming sociopolitical, and philosophical, largely because I really can’t write every day about things that don’t interest me that much. I can write endlessly about writing/reading fiction, but then the blog becomes largely from writers for writers, which is a small niche. It’s also a little weird to expect most of my fans to be other writers. So, it drifted to things non-writing that interest me. And is therefore lousy at publicizing my writing. (It also got me in bad odor with most of the science fiction publishing establishment because of what my politics are. Eh.)
What it has become over the years is its own thing, and its own community. Between writing and tending the community, this more or less eats my morning every day.
In the time I have left, I must write fiction (I’m so late on everything), publish both me and the family (I’m SO LATE ON EVERYTHING), publicize (ah!) and maintain website and newsletter. Which means even if I’m working at full tilt, I’m always late. And that’s without counting everyday and family duties, like cooking and laundry. (Yeah, we could divide them, but it’s faster for me to do, and besides he handles the accounting, which takes just as long. I can’t do it because digit transposing just happens.) To do something is to be delinquent on all the other things.
I’ve lived like this for years, unable to afford help/an assistant. And always on the edge of falling off financial solvency.
The crisis last November brought me to realize that while fundraising makes me deeply uncomfortable, I don’t have the right to avoid it at the expense of making my family go through nerve-wracking times and at the expense of making the family live with a writer-zombie in their midst.
So, there is a fundraiser.
It seems to be working too, so thank you to everyone who donated and everyone in general for putting up with the cup-rattling.
To compensate, I’m releasing a picture I created under creative commons license, every day.
THE INCENTIVES AND TIERS:
Tier 1– $10 or more – A shout out on my blog, all with all other the supporters, by name, in one massive “Thank you” post. [Jokey or offensive names will not be included at author’s discretion.]
Tier 2– $25 or more – Email jpg of certificate with funny fish saying “I Was Carped at according to hoyt.com” and a Certificate of being a member of Hoyt’s Huns, cultural wars sapper battalion, in good standing.
Tier 3– $60 or more – Exclusive ebook collection of USAian stories. (Including a new, original, never published story.) Estimated delivery August 2023
Tier 4– $100 or more – Your name will appear in a mass death/other mass event/list in one of Sarah’s books. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.]
Tier 5– $150 or more – A sound file of Sarah saying “Moose and Squirrel.”
Tier 6 – $250 or more – Will send a signed copy of trade paperback Gentleman takes a chance and one large postcard with book covers, also signed. (USPS- continental US only. All others, let’s talk.) [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 7 – $350 or more – Three signed books (of our choice), plus two extra items from “Sarah’s Garage”, (also of our choice) which might very well be a small rubber fish. (You’ve been warned.) USPS only. Continental U.S. only [estimated delivery Sept 2022]
Tier 8 – $500 or more – Personalized tuckerization. You will become your very own zany character, with at least a line or two of dialogue, and physical description. Physical safety and life of character not guaranteed. If you perish, it will NOT (repeat not) be in a mass death event or a list of other kinds. [estimated delivery up through July 2023. All indie books, as no others are guaranteed.] [Jokey or offensive names, descriptions and personalities will not be included at author’s discretion.]
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I call this one “Assassins” but I’m not sure why. I don’t have a narrative to go with it, sorry This Picture was created by Sarah A. Hoyt and is released under CC BY
Marxism is a great theory. It is self contained, and within itself it explains everything. This is why it is of great appeal to intellectuals and people who work in the world of ideas and words.
As long as you stay within it, it explains everything. And it gives people who subscribe to it the impression of being incredibly intelligent, because they an explain everything and understand everything, even in places/fields they’re not very knowledgeable about.
Sure, there have been some things so big and visible that they traumatically broke the theory. The first one appears to have been the first world war, which showed that workers could actually be patriotic, and not unite in the “world.” Also that they weren’t particularly enthralled with the idea of communism and killing everyone who had more than them.
Then it became “They need the leadership of the intellectuals to create a workers’ paradise.”
But somehow the workers’ paradise kept not happening, and enough “bad stuff” leaked out, so it was decided it was actually the third world and “oppressed ethnic minorities” who were natural communists. And they would win in the end. This was Gramsci big brilliant idea.
And then everything was explained again, and made sense, provided of course you stayed inside the theory and never had any contact with the real world.
They’re still largely running on this, and it’s an amazing sight to behold, because they seem unaware that it has no contact whatsoever with reality, and that most people outside those operating only on the theory look at the things they write, and listen to the things they say with mingled horror, confusion and amusement, because they’re so bizarre.
This explains bizarre horrifying theories, like the idea that everything needed to succeed in modern life, like literacy or punctuality are “White Supremacy.” The thought goes something like this: Capitalism is a disease of white people, everyone else being naturally socialist/communitarian. If things are required to survive in industrial society, they are “white supremacy, imposed on people of color.” “Obviously.”
It also explains why Marxists keep reporting with glee that white people will soon be extinct and that the “Global Majority” is on their side.
All of this works — for them — because Marxists are the most insular people in the world. While they may have international acquaintances, the international acquaintances they have are exactly like them.
Regardless of color/features, these are people mostly educated in Western Universities, usually good and expensive ones. (These have long since become loci for the transmission of Marxism. At least 70 years, and probably 100. In fact, Marxism really only works in the minds of isolated academics and their disciples, who are unclear on the idea of money/origin of food.)
So they have absolutely no idea that people of other colors are not really any more altruistic/socialist than anyone else; or that what appears to them as communal tendencies is actually just tribalism/family loyalty, which is actually a form of selfishness/self survival at the extreme hardship mode.
Then, over and over, they are surprised when they meet people who can tan (Mediterranean people Uber Allas!) and who actually refuse to sing in the socialist/communist choir, or be “super smart” by believing (or at least paying lip service to) their theorythatexplainseverything.
Hence the New York Times recent panic over “Extreme Right Wing Latinas” and how scary we supposedly are. (Boo!) This while being, by the way, not extremely clear on what “extreme” “right wing” or “Latina” are, but hey, it’s the old dingy lady. What do you expect?
And the fact that I’m anticipating with much glee the fact Great Britain might get a female-of-color prime minister who is more conservative than Boris (not that this is extremely difficult.)
This of course won’t make the left reassess their theory. They’ll just explain minorities not joining in their gleeful destruction of Western civilization in the name of future paradise, by saying whatever the minority is is “self hating” or “internally colonized” or suffers from “internalized misogyny.”
In other words, they theory is perfect and any deviation from it means that the person isn’t actually what they obviously are. Which is how I became a White Mormon Male. (They never mentioned the great rack, but you know, guys, these 38-DDDD front mounted radar emplacements are such weird accouterments for a White Mormon Male, that they must be mentioned.)
I am proud to say I share the strange distinction of having my ethnicity not be what it obviously is with Clarence Thomas and Thomas Sowell, both of whom are people of extreme intellectual power and vast knowledge. I also share it with every black person in the US who didn’t vote for Joe Biden. And I share my ex-post-facto sex change by declaration from my enemies with every woman who voted for Trump (even once) and every woman who doesn’t think slogans like “say vagina” or “say abortion” make any sense whatsoever. And/or doesn’t think she needs help from the government to live her best life.
Of course, in my case, this happened over Sad Puppies. And much as I hate to bring that up because for us, it’s long been done and over with (no matter how much the left thinks we still gather in our secret enclaves to discuss how to torment them next.) We proved the Hugos, and by extension World Con were vehicles of political approval/log rolling, having nothing to do with the quality of the story. Our work there was done.
No, it wasn’t what we intended to do. Not at first. At first, at least Brad (who is the idealist) and I wanted to make the Hugos back into what they were: a way to reward outstanding science fiction people wanted to read. An award by the fans, to indicate to the fans what was cool/exciting/worth reading that year.
This seemed important to us, because at the time most publication was still traditional. And there is so much in traditional publishing that is influenced by what the publishing house does with your work, from cover to distro, to even the timing of the books. The houses themselves — obviously, if you look at their lists — don’t really know what readers want to read. Sometimes their guesses hit big, but most of the time they don’t. And books that could hit big are given the mid-list (or low list) treatment that is basically sabotage by any other name (in their defense, I don’t think publishing houses see it that way. I think they’re culling/triaging to put the resources in what they think is more likely to succeed, with the caveat that they really have no clue what will succeed.) We — or at least I — viewed reviving the Hugos, with the “pay to vote” (but not necessarily able to attend) as a mark of “This vote matters to me” as a way that houses could use to figure out what people who were really into science fiction truly liked, even if it might be something that didn’t get an amazing number of sales (just enough to have a fervid fandom) and therefore figure out where to put their promotion money more accurately.
We were naive, because our interest was at least 90% altruistic. There might have been hope for Brad, maybe, whose career was relatively new. But by then I was mostly locked into mid-list and “won’t go above it” by all the houses, and that wasn’t going to change. (Note I was not nominated and didn’t really push to be) and Larry Correia is already a mega bestseller who clearly has found his audience and market. So our idea was to detoxify the field for those who came after us. Make Science Fiction Great Again, you might say. (We were ahead of our time.) A genre that attracted more readers, and published what the public wanted.
We didn’t realize — and in my case this was painfully stupid, as I came close to getting a doctorate, and I know the internal processes of academia — we were directly attacking people’s livelihoods, not just their internalized theory. (I wonder how many of them actually believe the theory, and how many whore their opinion for money and prestige. Don’t answer that. In the end it doesn’t matter.)
Internalized theories can be defeated, if the bang is big enough. (See WWI.) Self interest and survival can’t. People will fight by any means necessary for those.
And what we were actually attacking was people’s ability to make a living.
Again, I should have known this and been aware of it, because in the year from hell — 2003 — I interviewed close to a dozen agents, all of whom I had a major disagreement with. This was back when I had only published (but not written. I’d written FAR MORE than that) the Shakespeare series. So in the eyes of the professionals I was a “Literary” and “Award worthy” author. Also, of interesting background and ethnicity, which increased that “award worthy” thing. So agent after agent laid out a plan for my success. I was to write a book every two years or so, and make it as intellectually challenging as possible. They would then promote me to awards, etc. And this would allow me to get a job teaching college.
Every time I said “No. I’ve taught college before. It’s not what I want to do for a living. Also I want to write four books a year and make them fun” they acted like I’d grown a second head. I was a smart and educated female. Of course I wanted to teach university. And they could get me there, easy peasy! All I needed was some awards!
Which is exactly the game being played with the awards, and why they’re vital in leftist circles.
Of course they couldn’t admit that, or the fact that most of them have readership in the high tens. (Though they might sell in the low hundreds, their books being display items.) So instead, they resorted to the depths of the narrative to explain it.
I’ve seen this used again and again, in all possible fields and events, to explain why things aren’t going the way of the left, or why people are fighting against what is obviously the coming socialist paradise, promised by the magical arrow of history. They came up with the most bizarre, astounding explanation: Sad Puppies was White Males, threatened by all the people of color and women writing science fiction. Our objective was to make them stop writing science fiction.
If your mouth just dropped open and you’re having trouble closing it…. I understand. Because of the close-in group three were females, and only Brad can be considered a white male. (Larry being Latin and the son of immigrants.) And he is married to a black female. (Which was viewed as proof of his white supremacy. Yeah.)
Of the close/close-in group of cour, I was both female and had the ability to tan.
But, you know, I wasn’t really. Because Larry and Brad are male, I must have internalized maleness. Because they are Mormon, and because a Mormon had dared defy their god-like-Barry Obama, I must also be Mormon. And because of course, white males are super privileged and have all the power, and because I wasn’t socialist, I must also be “really” male.
How the hell this makes any sense, I never understood. Particularly the part where we were trying to stop women and minorities from getting awards and/or writing science fiction. I mean, even if we wanted to stop them writing science fiction, how were we to manage that? Pen names are pen names, and the color of the paper is the color of the paper (or these days the pixels.) On top of which one of us were editors. (I have edited one anthology for DAW and found I hated it.) None of us were publishers. And even if we’d managed to change the award to a free-for-all fan award, the fans care even less for the color of the writer (or their sex, or who they sleep with) than those of involved in this do (and we care not at all.) So, in the future, minorities and women could get Hugos for exceptionally loved fiction, just as they did back when the award meant something would sell well.
But you see, our being who we were, and what we were trying to do both threatened their livelihood AND their world view, in which they are forever fighting against an all powerful and white-supremacist patriarchy, and in which the only way to get ahead is by fightingshouldertoshoulder for socialism and affirmatively voting not merit (which is white supremacist, of course) but a writer’s skin color, sex, and what they like to do with their fiddly bits.
So, really, we who were fighting against the fiddlybit socialistocracy MUST be the enemy in disguise.
And so, therefore, quod erat demonstradum (Latin is also white supremacy. I denounce myself), we were all — including Kate Paulk and myself — White Mormon Males.
This came as a great surprise to Kate’s husband and mine as well, and we’re still dealing with the traumatic fall out of my now adult sons finding out that not only did they have two fathers, but also that I’d raised them in a religion that apparently wasn’t my own.
We are coping with it as best we can. Dan says at least he still has my great rack to console him.
The weird thing, and the power of left persuasion that they retain to some extent (though not close to what they need to also retain power) is how many people seem to believe this. About once or twice a month — not approved — I get someone yelling at me for converting to Mormonism. Even people theoretically on our side, don’t seem to get this never happened.
And I’ve seen this stuff happen again and again, and people becoming male, or white by fiat-of-the-Marxists, because otherwise their theory will fall apart.
And I keep wondering when the theory itself will fall, and what zany retcon they’ll come up with that is even stranger than Gramscian bullsh*t to explain how the future is totally theirs, and they are the oppressed underdog, even though they’ve controlled universities, large companies and a good chunk of bureaucratic government for at least seventy years. And how they will claim we’re the oppressors, even though they’ve held dissenters out of the power structure for decades.
Whatever it is will be highly entertaining.
Either that, or their heads will explode from the tension, and just think of how much cleaning that will entail in the halls of academia.
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